Showing posts with label Mumbai Safari - Tourists in Mumbai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mumbai Safari - Tourists in Mumbai. Show all posts
Gateway of India - fried snacks for sea gulls
Indian Tourister
Tourists feed a fried snack to a sea gull off Gateway of India. They are not just unhealthy for the sea gulls, it can be dangerous for their lives as they fly off to their other home, migrating.Photo by Kartik, my 11 year old son who hijacked my camera on our summer holiday outing to town.
Ch. Shivaji Vaastu Sangrahalaya
Mumbai Safari: Tourists in Mumbai.
A group of tourists from Bengal had this interesting dabba with lunch. Food hogs a large part of the travel bill and the smart Indian traveller is an expert when it comes to making it affordable as well as comfortable enough for everyone in the group when travelling to new places. It is cheaper for larger groups to have a cook, his assistants and even the utensils that are required to cook up tasty meals. If the travellers stay in dharamshalas or community halls, there is space and fuel to cook. A few food carriers like these and everyone is happy on a Mumbai Safari. That is, if they have enough space in their stomachs after chaat in Chowpaati.
Marine Drive + Gateway of India
Mumbai Safari: Chaiwala.
We Indians can drink hot tea even in the hottest weather. In fact. most of the tourists prefer chai to things that are served cold. According to one of them, chai is hot when you drink, but once inside it cools you whereas the chilled cold drinks filled with sugar feels good only when you drink.
Is he right?
ML Camp. Dharavi
Slumdog Tourists.
In other cities you see foreigners in air conditioned spaces. Not in Mumbai. Here, the softies sweat it out thanks to the Oscar winning movie.
I happened to go to Dharavi on an assignment and that was when I saw this group being led by a local guide wearing a crisp, white t-shirt with the words - I love Dharavi. But like the reporter who was with me said, how different are we from these tourists?
The daughters
The mother
Baked pots being piled up before they are sun-dried.
Keeping count.
A lot of dust and no mask, as usual.
Here are some pics I clicked from the Potter's section of Dharavi. Dharavi is like an Indian village or more correctly, any Indian city with its different sections based on caste and trade. And minus the roads, pucca buildings and sewerage system.
This Kumbharwadi is populated by Gujarati speaking people. The people pictured here belong to the Prajapati Kumbhar caste. This family-run business is run by a strict father and his married daughters who live close by. They do not make these pots, they only bake and dry the pots under the summer sun before the monsoon sets in. They will be sold during Navratri.
The patriarch.
The daughters
The mother
Baked pots being piled up before they are sun-dried.
Keeping count.
A lot of dust and no mask, as usual.
And finally, the local deity.
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